Ah, my first experience reading a steampunk novel.
Don’t know what that is? Don’t worry about it. You’re better off not knowing.
Now that sounds dramatic. I’m sorry. It really wasn’t that bad. Overall, it was a pretty fair story… It’s just that I didn’t become a bookworm to fall in love with a “pretty fair story.”
★ ★ ★
One girl’s nightmare is this girl’s faery tale.
Edinburgh, 1844. Eighteen-year-old Lady Aileana Kameron, the only daughter of the Marquess of Douglas, has everything a girl could dream of: brains, charm, wealth, a title—and drop-dead beauty.
But Aileana only looks the part of an aristocratic young lady. she’s leading a double life: She has a rare ability to sense the sìthíchean—the faery race obsessed with slaughtering humans—and, with the aid of a mysterious mentor, has spent the year since her mother died learning how to kill them.
Now Aileana is dedicated to slaying the fae before they take innocent lives. With her knack for inventing ingenious tools and weapons—from flying machines to detonators to lightning pistols—ruthless Aileana has one goal: Destroy the faery who destroyed her mother.
“I’m like him. I’m a monster, too.”
The writing of The Falconer was fine. It focused so much on sarcasm and humor, though, that it lost any attempt at finding depth or richness. There was no remarkable trait about the writing, really. No extensive, well-used vocabulary, no exceptional descriptions…nothing.
As for worldbuilding, The Falconer’s was really sub-par. It took a lot of effort to envision the world May introduced, and well…no author should make a reader’s imagination have to work in overdrive. Worldbuilding should happen effortlessly; it should not be a conscious occupation for the reader. I felt no distinct aura to the world here, no unique characteristics—there was absolutely no focus on developing any of the settings in the novel, and to be honest, that really ticked me off.
Character development was unremarkable as well. Having finished The Falconer only a few weeks ago, I couldn’t tell you one of the main characters’ names. That’s how forgettable they were. The main female protagonist was strong, I remember that. But besides an unquenchable lust for vengeance, there was nothing else to her. Her love interest was completely inhumane, and such a nod to the bad-boy stereotype it wasn’t even funny. There were no round characters here. Each one had a specific role to play and stayed there…unlike developed characters who can’t be categorized (or restrained) so easily. There were no human nuances to them…nothing really relatable or authentic.
The plot was very straightforward, with the usual “twists” along the way, which were pretty predictable. As a whole, there wasn’t much to it, which was a shame. I wasn’t dazzled with complexity or brilliance. There’s a feel of the “chosen one” trope, which is never enjoyable for me, and somewhat of a love triangle is in play, which never fails to annoy me.
The Falconer, in spite of all that, was enjoyable, and did keep my interest long enough for me to finish it in a few days. (Don’t be fooled though—the book is short.) I wouldn’t be recommending it, however, because of it’s failure to develop any significance whatsoever. I felt plagued with cheap action “filler” if you will, and a characteristic lack of depth and anything exceptional.
I hate to do it, but I charge The Falconer with crimes of “Unmet Expectations.” Sentence? Life imprisonment in the Pit of Forgettable Books.
Is it okay for me to read?
Language • • • • •
Prolific use of d*** and h***. A few uses of b***ard.
Violence • • • • •
Frequent killing of evil fairies (fae) with some description. The violence never crosses to gory or graphic, however.
Sensuality • • • • •
Characters kiss. Some innuendo.
Substances • • • • •
Under-age characters drink whiskey.
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